A short poem written at a late hour
Hello! I shared a weird poem I wrote a while back with a friend of mine, and she suggested adding it to my blog, so here it is!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did
Perspective of a moth and a bug zapper
If I am Icarus and you are my sun, then let me burn. I care not for my wings, but only for my love of you.
I’ll leave behind this ground, the earth of dust and green, to fly closer to the light.
Now I hover so near to the one thing I want most, only to realise,
You were just an imitation all along.
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